To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach. I cease to wonder, and no more attempt Thine height texplore, or fathom thy profound. But, O my soul, sink not into despair, Virtue is near thee, and with gentle hand Would now embrace thee, hovers oer thine head. Fain would the heavn-born soul with her converse, Then seek, then court her for her promisd bliss.
Auspicious queen, thine heavnly pinions spread,
And lead celestial Chastity along; Lo! now her sacred retinue descends, Arrayd in glory from the orbs above. Attend me, Virtue, thro my youthful years! O leave me not to the false joys of time! But guide my steps to endless life and bliss. Greatness, or Goodness, say what I shall call thee, To give an higher appellation still, Teach me a better strain, a nobler lay, O thou, enthrond with Cherubs in the realms of day!